Off

Hi. This is another blog that I have recycled from last year. Had a re-read and it seems as relevant as before. I hope you enjoy it. x

Christmas is around the corner. Truthfully, I get really excited about the silly season…maybe even more so than the kids. I remember as a kid standing on the back steps searching the starry Christmas Eve sky for Santa and his sleigh. I actually convinced myself that I saw him!

I think most people remember that moment when they found out Santa wasn’t real. I wasn’t very old, maybe four or five. I had left Santa a gift under the tree. A rubber from the church bookshop that said ‘God loves you”. He needed to know! Anyway, later on in the year I happened to find the same rubber in my Mum’s wardrobe and I just put two and two together.

My kids have grown up believing in the guy in the red suit. If they asked me directly if Santa was real I wouldn’t lie to them, but they just never have. Every year we thought it would be the last. We expected them to come home from school with this knowledge passed on by friends, but this has never happened!!

As a nurse I try to distract patients with chatter while changing dressings or jabbing them with needles etc. I’d had a discussion with one patient, an elderly man, about when I should tell my son about Santa. I never thought we would be the ones to break it to him…I just figured childhood would take care of it for me. But he was getting older and more than anything I wanted to prevent some major embarrassment at school. The patient said “oh no, don’t tell him. Let him believe while he is a child. Once you take that magic away from him you can’t get it back. Let him be a child for a bit longer.” It’s true. We seem to be in such a hurry these days to make our kids grow up. Suddenly the whole Santa issue seemed to signify childhood and innocence and it made me sad because it meant my baby was no longer a baby…he was growing up (sniff).

Not so long after that I said to my husband that I think it may be time to give our oldest the birds and the bees talk (he is currently 10). My husband who has the remarkable talent of seeing all things clearly said “he can’t know about sex and still believe in Santa”. So true. So he told him about Santa. Talking to my son about it later I asked if he was disappointed. He said “kinda. I figured the Easter bunny wasn’t real, or the tooth fairy (because that’s ridiculous), but Christmas is so magical, I’m a bit sad”.

I know some people are firmly against the big guy in the red suit. They don’t want their kids to have trust issues because they lied to them about Santa. Each to their own. I’m yet to meet an adult who links their trust issues to their parents actively promoting St Nic. If anything people seem to enjoy reminiscing about the excitement and anticipation they had as a Santa believing child. Adults would pay good money to be able to experience the same kind of excitement and glee that kids get out of Christmas. I feel like this is an opportunity that exists in childhood and I don’t want to rob my kids of that. I mean, if adults really remembered having a traumatic experience learning the truth about Santa, you’d think that there wouldn’t be so many willing adults putting their kids through the same ‘trauma’. I think adults just remember the anticipation and delight that the belief in Santa allowed.

If you don’t want your kids to believe in Santa, that’s fine, but do me a favour, can you also tell them to not ruin it for everyone else? Last Christmas we met this little girl at a party. The first thing she said to my kids was “Santa isn’t real”…ahem. Some hours later I saw her run back over to her parents and say “no, we had it wrong, Santa is actually real, he really is”, all the kids standing behind her like excited chipmunks. The other kids at the party had infected her with Christmas magic. The Dad’s face was hilarious as he looked at his daughter and the 10 other kids behind her. I gave him my best ‘go ahead. I DARE you’ look, but he didn’t.

With all this Santa talk I don’t want to take away from the real reason for the season, the birth of Jesus. My kids are well aware of this fact and love celebrating Jesus’ birthday. I remember singing ‘silent night’ and ‘away in a manger’ as a girl thinking they were the most beautiful songs in the world. The words really painted a picture for me of the miracle that took place in that stable all those years ago.

Jesus really is the reason for the season. Over the years (or millennia) cultural and religious traditions have formed around Christmas. I know there are lots of people who will tell me I’m wrong, but I feel that in Australia we have so few cultural traditions that I have decided that I’m going to milk this one for all its worth…that includes Santa.

One strategy that I have heard of, and I like, is that when they do ask you if Santa is real (in a direct and knowing kind of way) you congratulate them on figuring out the secret of the Christmas magic. It’s the parents that make Christmas magical and now they can help to do it too. It’s so fun as a parent re-creating your favourite Christmas memories for the next generation.

If you enjoyed this blog check out another recent one “Insta-Sham and Fake-Book” by clicking here.